From an e-mail….well written.
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New Orleans. How wonderful those words sound when said with no quirky emphasis on odd syllables. They always seem to elicit some response. Have you been there?

Have you ever been to Cafe Du Monde for beignets and cafe au lait?

Have you ever sat for hours in the piano bar at Pat O Brians sipping hurricanes?

Have you ever been to Mardi Gras? Bacchus? Endymion? Rex?

Have you ever had oysters at the Acme House?

Have you ever sat out at the “fly” eating crawfish and drinking Dixie beer?

Have you ever taken a walking tour of the Garden District?

Have you ever sung karaoke at Cat’s Meow?

Do you know who John Folse is?

Have you ever risen at 6am to roam the streets of a quiet French Quarter?

Have you ever been to Galatoire’s? K-Paul’s? Emeril’s?

Can you remember when Zulu threw gold-painted coconuts?

Have you ever ridden the street-car down St. Charles Avenue secretly sipping your strawberry daiquiri?

Have you ever had a mint julep on the porch of The Columns Hotel?

Have you ever been to Audubon Park? City Park?

Have you ever been to mass at the St. Louis Cathedral?

Do you know who Harry Connick, Sr is?

Have you ever had breakfast at Brennan’s?

Have you ever been to the original Tipitina’s?

Have you ever been to the Superdome? Saint’s game? Sugar Bowl? Super Bowl? Final Four?

Have you ever had cheese fries at Fat Harry’s?

Thrown peanuts on the floor at O’Henry’s?

Have you ever been to the Rendon Inn?

Can you remember the New Orleans World’s Fair?

Have you ever been to the campuses of Tulane and Loyola?

Have you been to a crawfish boil? Sucked the heads?

Have you ever been on the lake? Across the lake? To the west bank?

Have you had a Ferdi from Mother’s and wondered what debris was?

Have you ever been an unexpected invitee to a jazz funeral?

Have you ever been to Jazzfest the first or second weekend?

Had you ever been to Pontchatrain Beach?

Have you ever stood in line at the Camellia Grill?

Had a po-boy at Uglesich’s? Oyster and artichoke soup at Mandina’s? BBQ shrimp at Pascal Manale’s? Gumbo at Dookie Chase?

Have you ever been to a plantation home?

Have you ever been to the French Quarter festival?

Can you pronounce Tchoupitoulas? Thibodaux? Boutte?

Have you ever been to Clancy’s? The Upperline? Brightsen’s?

Have you ever been to the Biloxi beaches?

Have you ever had a monsoon at Port of Call? Breakfast at the Blue Bird?

Have you ever seen the Neville Brothers? Cowboy Mouth? The Radiators?

Have you ever been to New Orleans?

If you’ve been there, undoubtedly one of these things found its way to your itinerary.

You probably also saw the dirty streets, the tired shotgun houses, and cracked sidewalks.

You’ve heard about the high crime, poor public schools, poverty, and racism.

And yes, there are many housing projects, it is very hot in the summer, people are generally overweight, and the city is always a hurricane away from being flooded.

Each visitor chooses to see the New Orleans they want to see. Luckily, New Orleans has the
amazing ability to win over many more than it loses. It can cause one to see the big oaks hovering over

St.Charles and not the trash on the sidewalks. It can cause one to focus on the street musician and not the street beggar. It can cause one to see the wrought iron balcony rather than the dilapidated building.

What is it about the Big Easy that makes most see the positive and not the negative?

I have a unique perspective to this question. I’ve seen New Orleans from both sides. Growing up in South Louisiana in a family of 7, my father was from Gentilly and my mother from Lakeview. My dad is a graduate of St. Aloysius (now Brother Martin) and an Entergy employee for nearly 40 years. My mother is a graduate of Mount Carmel and a 40-year member of the Gutter Buddies, a collection of grade-school girl friends that are truly like family. My wife and I are graduates of Tulane, my brother a graduate of Loyola, and my sister’s graduates of LSU and USL. Our family and friends are from all walks of life and live in all areas of the city.

We all call New Orleans home. Since leaving New Orleans over 10 years ago, I have taken friends there and seen how they absorb the city. I don’t have to do much except let the city work its magic. Occasionally, the city misses one but it isn’t often.

I always smile when a friend is asked “Have you ever been to New Orleans?”

The answer to New Orleans’ allure may, on the surface, seem different for locals and tourists but I suspect that there is a common thread the people, the heart and soul of New Orleans.

There is a culture and tradition in New Orleans that is sweet and simple.

No need to overanalyze this. It recognizes that the enjoyment of family and life is as attainable for the poor as it is for the rich. A hand on a shoulder and touch on the arm is just the way we say hello.

We know that good music, food, and drink is made all the better when surrounded by friends who share the same outlook. When it is your way of life, when it is woven into your circle of friends, social gatherings aren’t seen as excesses but as something you just do.

New Orleanians don’t believe they’ve cornered the market on this way of life. They recognize it when they see it elsewhere and they applaud it. What makes New Orleans special is that they have a concentration of people who have it and foster it. It’s generational. It’s hereditary.

The challenge to New Orleans, to the New Orleanian, is as great as ever. Its reputation temporarily tarnished by the things that occurred in the aftermath of Katrina, it is up to those that live there, have been there and adopted this city to not let these terrible scenes replace the ones they have of the Big Easy. While money is needed to rebuild, preserving that feeling and attitude that New Orleans gave you on that last visit is just as important. Did the flood waters wash away the New Orleans way of life? Not a chance. Not a chance that New Orleanians would deprive future generations of this breeding ground of the good life.

With the vast destruction of parts of New Orleans now clear, the question is being asked repeatedly, “Is New Orleans worth rebuilding?”
To that, I can only reply, “Have you ever been to New Orleans?”

Darren Olagues
Born and Raised in Lafourche Parish, Louisiana
Tulane University 1992

Someone sent me this as a n e-mail. I thought it was kinda cute.

You know you’re from New Orleans and have survived Hurricane Katrina when….
1. pre-K has nothing to do with the year before Kindergarten.
2. The flies are bigger than your Chihuahua.

3. Your bank, dry cleaner, and grocery store are closed but your bar is not. (Thank you, Cooter Brown’s)
4. You judge your elevation by the brown horizontal line in the city.
5. You have to show an ID to get into your neighborhood.
6. Your neighborhood has no children, so you actually start to miss the little boys across the street that used to throw rocks onto your roof.
7. You go to Sam’s Club, but instead of coming home with a case of pop tarts, you buy masks, bleach, rubber gloves, and baking soda in bulk.
8. You know five remedies to get the smell out of your refrigerator.
9. You spend a lot of time talking with your friends about the five remedies to get the smell out of your refrigerator.
10. Ice becomes more precious than gold.
11. Your office goes from 40 employees to 5.
12. Living in a house with twelve other people is not a sign of how poor you are, but how rich you are with friend and family.
13. You know what a double-evacuee is. (Damn you, Rita!)
14. FEMA means “failure to effectively manage anything” and hearing the words “Red Cross” makes your blood boil.

15. You get sick of hearing people from Baton Rouge tell you how bad the traffic is now. You remind them that Baton Rouge traffic was terrible before there were 200,000 more people in town.
16. The strip clubs on Bourbon street have power before your house does…..
17. The Salvation Army, a firefighter from Michigan, and cops from Wauconda show up at your house to make sure that you are OK.
18. There is a pirogue on your roof.
19. You return to your home and all of your belongings fit into two boxes.
20. Contra flow just doesn’t seem so bad.
21. You have to purchase hip boots to walk in your neighborhood.
22. You pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again.
23. Lakeview becomes Lake.
24. The crosses on your wall and kitchen counter top remain despite the five feet of water in your house.
25. You know what it truly means to miss New Orleans.